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She sighed as she walked to follow Jamie and his friends so she could keep her eye on him without actually doing it. She would play snowball fight with him but not be so intrusive. He was growing up now and he was showing signs that he wanted his space.
She didn't like to see him growing up so fast, especially without a father. She understood why he spent so much time with his male friends and not female friends. Boys at his age don't usually hang out with girl despite the fact that they had a father. It was just one of those things about growing up.
And Sophie.
Her sweet baby sister was growing up to with no memory of their father.
She looked up to see the sky before lowering her head to the ground as she walked, the crunch of the dirtying snow making itself known. She was saddened to hear the three words from Jamie's lips before he left to play with his sled.
Who's Jack Frost?
She was stunned into place as he said those words innocently, not realizing that they slashed at her already weakened faith and hope.
Who's Jack Frost?
How could he not remember? How could he forget Jack Frost, the spirit who was in charge of snow and fun? How could he forget that their father was the one who told them stories about Jack Frost at night?
How could Jamie forget?
How could he?
It just wasn't fair that he didn't remember their father but now his memories of the stories their father told were no longer there made her heart break.
And her mother.
How could her own mother say it was just an 'expression'?
How could her own mother say that when her mother knew damn well it was their father who talked about Jack Frost and told them stories about the spirit of fun and joy?
How could her mother diminish Jamie's faith by saying it was nothing?
It was so much more than that.
It was the connection they shared with their father. His beliefs and faith passed onto them and now her mother was just saying it was an expression.
Was her mother trying to destroy her last connection to her father? Was she trying to destroy the last link connecting them to their father?
If so, she was slowly succeeding. Kailani didn't know how long she could still cling to the breaking rope of faith and belief. Each day it cracked and untangled the longer she held on. She knew it wouldn't be long before the rope broke and she would fall down into the chasm of reality with a resounding thud.
She wished her father was here, to tell her that everything was going to be okay. But he wasn't and it hurt , it hurt so much and she couldn't keep holding onto her childhood tightly like a baby would her favorite blanket or toy. Time was running out and she was going to grow up soon and let go of her father in order to grow up.
But she couldn't. Not yet. Letting go of her faith of the Guardians meant letting go of her father and she couldn't do it. She just couldn't.
She was so lost in her thoughts that she didn't pay attention to where she was going. She wouldn't have noticed the guy with the white hair and the staff anyways, but for some reason she did and she bumped into him before falling onto the snow, her butt throbbing with cold and pain as she gritted her teeth.
She looked up and saw the guy who looked like he'd seen a ghost. He had blue eyes, pale skin and white hair. He was tall and thin. He was wearing a blue hooded sweater with frost covering around the ring of the collar and trousers bound with a lighter material starting from the knee down to the end; the bottom of the trousers looked rather tattered.
He seemed barefoot and she was felt a pull towards him. "What the heck?!" She demanded hotly.
The guy blinked with his mouth agape. "You...you can see me?"
"Of course I can bloody see you! You're right there!" She yelled as she closed her eyes and shook her head, trying to close off any unladylike words at him. She opened her eyes, her mouth open ready to demand that he help her up since he was the one that crashed into her. He was standing right there but when she looked up he was gone, as if he was never there.
She frowned, her knees falling together in the middle, one crossing over the other. Where was he?
"Um...dude?" She asked, feeling a bit awkward talking to the air while sprawled on the cold as it seeped past her clothes and into her skin.
"Um...guy with white hair and a stick?" She asked again, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. She looked around but saw no one except Jamie and his friends heading up the street. She was convinced she imagined the guy. Who had white hair except old dudes? But the guy she saw for a few seconds was definitely not old. He was young and looked hot but she shook her head.
"I'm seeing things now. I'm starting to crack." She was still on the ground and saw a couple of old people looking at her strangely.
Maybe she should get up now or risk hypothermia. But honestly, she didn't know what to do. Where the heck did the guy go? She looked around but didn't see him anywhere. He couldn't have just ran off or anything. She would've seen him. It almost looked like he just disappeared in thin air.
She was seriously starting to question her state of mind.
Standing up, she slapped the snow off her butt, searching around for a certain boy with white hair but shook her head when she caught herself searching.
She was seriously starting to lose it. It must be the cold getting to her head. Her butt was numb with cold and she massaged it to warm it up as she walked.
As soon as she got home, she was going to drink a big cup of steaming hot chocolate and take a nap. She was seriously beginning to question her mind.
